Sunday, 19 February 2012

Poem by the Swedish writer
Katarina Frostenson

Myself in a yellow dress

Scatter me brother, with your eye that refuses to close
that only looks out, sees nothing, only the shimmer and flecked sunlight
on water among leaves

in the green of July, under a tree
in the plaited blue basket that amply contained you

when everything hummed around you
and you were like honey

myself in a yellow dress, dark
in the tree, ever darker yellow, shriller, shrieking upwards
yet silent, towards the tree-top
triumph, little brother, over everything
through the weight of the crown
I feel the head of the sun

To see the original poem and hear the poet read it aloud, go to here

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